In the Spirit of GodIn the Spirit of the AncestorsIn the Spirit of the Black PanthersIn the Spirit of Assata ShakurWe make this movement towards freedomFor all those who have been oppressed, and all those in the struggleYeah, yo, check it

There were lights and sirens, gunshots firingCover your eyes as I describe a scene so violentSeemed like a bad dream, she laid in a blood puddleBlood bubbled in her chest, cold air brushed against open fleshNo room to rest, pain consumed each breathShot twice wit her hands upPolice questioned but shot before she answeredOne Panther lost his life, the other ran for hisScandalous the police were as they kicked and beat herComprehension she was beyond, tryin' to hold onTo life. She thought she'd live with no armThat's what it felt like, got to the hospital, eyes held tightThey moved her room to room-she could tell by the lightHandcuffed tight to the bed, through her skin it bitPut guns to her head, every word she got hit"Who shot the trooper?" they asked herPut mace in her eyes, threatened to blast herHer mind raced till things got stillOpened her eyes, realized she's next to her best friend who got killedShe got chills, they told her, that's where she would be nextHurt mixed wit anger-survival was a reflexThey lied and denied visits from her lawyerBut she was building as they tried to destroy herIf it wasn't for this German nurse they would of served her worseI read this sister's story, knew that it deserved a verseI wonder what would happen if that would of been me?All this shit so we could be free, so dig it, y'all

It seemed like the middle of the night when the law awakened herWalkie-talkies crackling, I see 'em when they taking herThough she kinda knew,What made the ride peaceful was the trees and the sky was blueArrived to Middle-sex Prison about six inna morningUneasy as they pushed her to the second floor inA cell, one cot, no window, facing hell.Put in the basement of a prison wit all malesAnd the smell of misery, seat-less toilets and centipedesShe'd exercise, (paint?,) and begin to readTwo years in a hole. Her soul grew weakAway from people so long she forgot how to speakShe discovered freedom is a unspoken soundAnd a wall is a wall and can be broken downFound peace in the Panthers she went on trial withOne of the brothers she had a child withThe foulness they would feed her, hopin she's lose her seedHeld tight, knowing the fight would live through this seedIn need of a doctor, from her stomach she's bleedOut of this situation a girl was conceivedSeparated from her, left to mother the RevolutionAnd lactated to attack hateCause federal and state was built for a Black fateHer emptiness was filled with beatings and court datesThey fabricated cases, hoping one would stickAnd said she robbed places that didn't existIn the midst of threats on her life and being caged with Aryan whitesThrough dark halls of hate she carried the lightI wonder what would happen if that would of been me?All of this shit so we could be free.Yeah, I often wonder what would happen if that would f been me?All of this shit so we could be free, so dig it, people

YoFrom North Carolina her grandmother would bringNews that she had had a dreamHer dreams always meant what they needed them to meanWhat made them real was the action in betweenShe dreamt that Assata was free in they old house in QueensThe fact that they always came true was the thingAssata had been convicted of a murder she couldna doneMedical evidence shown she couldna shot the gunIt's time for her to see the sun from the other sideTime for her daughter to be by her mother's sideTime for this Beautiful Woman to become soft againTime for her to breathe, and not be told how or whenShe untangled the chains and escaped the painHow she broke out of prison I could never explainAnd even to this day they try to get to herBut she's free with political asylum in Cuba.

I'm thinkin' of Assata, yeahListen to my Love, Assata, yeahWe're molded from the same mud, AssataWe share the same Blood, Assata, yeahYour power and pride, so beautifulMay God bless your soulYour power and pride, so beautifulMay God bless your soul

Freedom! You askin' me about freedomAsking me about freedom?I'll be honest with youI know a whole more about what freedom isn'tThan about what it is, cause I've never been freeI can only share my vision with you of the futureAbout what freedom isUh, the way I see itFreedom is, is the right to grow, is the right to blossomFreedom is is the right to be yourself, to be who you areTo be who you want to be, to do what you want to do